Precise Verse About Sunrise Poem by Paul Hartal
Precise Verse About Sunrise
Thirteen minutes past seven AM,
a daybreak morphs in early December.
Moving out of the tired veil of dawn
a shy upper rim of the Sun shows itself
on the horizon; its golden rays paint
the city in glorious bright colors.
As the daily journey of the Sun in the sky begins
the solar disk crosses the morn horizon.
An early squirrel climbs up a tree trunk
and hides.
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